The Art Shop

Disclaimer: The characters herein are property of Chris
Carter and 1013, but I am pretty sure he wonít want them back in this
condition.

Alex was bored, as usual. He had spent the last two weeks holed
up in a singularly ugly room with four brick walls (250,672 bricks to be exact)
with nothing to occupy him but his own fantasies. Said fantasies revolving more
and more around getting one Fox Mulder, Special Agent of the FBI, in his grasp
and under his, um, thumb, once again. Preferably naked. And sweaty. And hard...

With his train of thought being thus inclined, Alex found
himself getting increasingly frustrated with his enforced solitude and celibacy
and resolved to do something about it. Bodily safety, after all, was not worth
much if one did not put said body to good use.

So Fox Mulder was pleasantly surprised to be waylaid by the
rather impatient Ratboy one night as he was approaching his apartment. Krycek
sped up to him in a nondescript sedan and threw open the passenger side door
with the hurried order, "Get in!"

Mulder took all of one second to contemplate the risks of
jumping into a vehicle with a suspected assassin and double agent before
deciding the rather substantial benefits far outweighed them and diving in head
first. The car never did fully stop.

Alex found his neck being nibbled on rather enthusiastically by
Mulder, who, foolishly, had not bothered to fasten his seatbelt before starting
in on dessert.

"Put on your seat belt, Mulder," Alex instructed,
restraining him with one hand.

Mulder pouted with better than his usual pout (he really craved
chocolate covered Alex), but Alex was firm in his resolve. "Wait until we
get there, Mulder; it will be worth it," he said as he adjusted himself.
Mulder did, after all, have that effect on him.

Having been denied his sweet craving, Fox decided to return like
for like and torture Alex in return. With this in mind, he slowly undid his
zipper and pulled himself out. Slowly stroking, he arched his head back and
began to groan, causing Alex to swerve dangerously.

"Fox! Put that away! Are you trying to cause an
accident?"

"More like I am working towards a collision of sorts,"
Fox leered in response.

Alex, desperate for some sudden impact of his own, pulled into
the very next parking lot he could find. Which happened to belong to an art
supply store. He quickly parked the car by the back door, yanked Mulder out of
the car (still undone, so to speak), and had the lock to the store opened
quicker than a hooker opens her legs to Bill Gates. After doing a quick scan for
nonexistent burglar systems, he pulled Mulder up and down the aisles, picking up
items as he went. He stopped in the center of the store when he spotted the
skeleton like model frame of an airplane, done in heavy metal. Obviously someoneís
idea of art. He contemplated it thoughtfully.

Mulder didnít like the gleam in his eye. In fact, it rather
alarmed him. But he started to back away too late and quickly found himself,
spread eagle and naked, taped to the frame. He then began to eye the pile of
equipment Alex had gathered. There were:

Even more nerve wracking than the assortment of toys was the
glimmer in Alexís wicked green eyes as he approached and said, "Fox, I am
going to make you a work of art..."

Taking a deep breath, Fox watched apprehensively as Alex
sauntered up to him in his usual feline manner. He took the selection of felt
pieces from the table and trailed them over Foxís taut belly.

"I think youíre waiting to get felt, arenít you, Agent
Mulder?" Mulder, who was more than just a little bit ticklish, began to
wriggle within the confines of his restraints. He sucked in his abs, attempting
to retreat from the tickling of the fabric in Alexís hands, but he stood no
chance. The wicked smile on Alexís face told its own tale as he trailed the
felt up and down the cringing manís body.

The trailing strips of material brushed over the fine lines of
fur on Mulderís stomach, and from there to the groove that pinpointed the
joining of his leg with the trunk of his body. As the fabric trailed down his
inner thigh to the side of his knees, Mulder began to whimper a little.

Alex leaned to kiss him, his lips just barely brushing the
wonderful lips that parted for him gladly. As Mulder put out his tongue in an
attempt to taste Alex, the rat bastard drew back, and began to trace his lips
with a fine, sable paintbrush.

As Mulder thrashed his head from side to side, Alex began to
chuckle.

"Whatís the matter, Fox? Do you want to give me the brush
off?" The howl of fury that greeted his words made him laugh all the more.
Dropping the fine brush, he took up a rather stiffer bristle brush, meant for
poster paints, and attacked Foxís nipples.

He swirled the brush around and around the dark rose nubs,
watching as they stiffened into small peaks. Mulder arched his back a little,
and Alex could not resist bending to take one rosy swelling between his teeth,
sucking on it and stretching it in his teeth. Fox made a sound in the back of
his throat that seemed to signal contentment, and Alex continued with the
bristles, flicking the nipples back and forth as he watched Mulderís face turn
from control to wanton abandonment before his eyes.

Reaching for the pots of finger paint, Alex took the orange
paint, making a great production out of unscrewing the cap. Dipping his
forefinger into the pot, he began to write on Mulder, concentrating hard, and
putting his tongue between his teeth as he carefully inscribed Foxís belly
with Cyrillic script.

"Hey, I could get into performance art. This is very cool.
Hang on, I have an idea." Mulder groaned as Alex skittered away, leaving
him aroused, but cooling his ardor as the irritating love of his life began
turning over pots and containers, searching. Finally uttering a muted war whoop,
he returned to Mulderís side bearing a little pot of something from which
smoke was rising.

"Agent Mulder, your artistic education has been sadly
lacking, but Iíll make it up to you. Tonight, Iím going to teach you about
Batik." He dipped the paintbrush into the pot of smoking wax and began to
paint on Mulderís thighs. Mulder screeched as the hot wax hit him, and Alex
chuckled. Taking the finger paints, Alex began to trail a rainbow pattern over
his artwork, and before long, a very creditable drawing of a fox appeared on the
cringing agentís thighs.

Taking pity on his poor benighted lover, Alex finally leaned
over and applied his lips to Mulderís in a long, lush kiss that had Mulder
straining up to press as much of him as he could against his tormentor. Alex
probed with his tongue, tasting the sweet breath of the man he had bound up in
front of him. He could see Mulderís cock beginning to fill, lazily jerking
itself into stiffness as the two of them traded kiss after kiss.

"Mmm, as much as Iíd like to do this all night,"
Alex pulled back and sighed, "there are still a few things I want to do to
you while I have you at my disposal." He ignored Mulderís raised eyebrow
and turned to the pile of supplies heíd gathered. Placing a hand on his chin
in a contemplative gesture Mulder found surprisingly endearing, he picked up a
small white bucket. "Iíll be right back."

Mulder strained to see what Alex had in his hands, but the other
man disappeared before he could make it out. Fighting half-heartedly against his
restraints, Mulder anticipated what was about to happen to him. Knowing Alex,
whatever it was would be worth the wait.

"Here we go," Alex said, walking toward his captive,
stirring whatever was in the bucket with a long, flat wooden stick. "I
think youíll like this." He turned the bucket so Mulder could read the
writing on the side.

"No way. There is no way youíre putting that on me."

"Come on, Fox, whereís your sense of adventure?" He
kept stirring the plaster of Paris, the wicked grin on his face widening until
he was beaming. "Donít you know that all the biggest porn stars
immortalize their assets this way?"

"Alex, youíre kidding me. What if it gets stuck?"
Mulderís voice hitched slightly on the last word.

Shaking his head as if his lover were the most naive creature on
the earth, Alex dug a hand into his pants pocket and pulled out a small jar.
Mulder immediately recognized the vaseline label. "Just call me a Boy
Scout," he said, answering Mulderís unvoiced question.

"Relax, babe." He put down the bucket in order to open
the jar and scooped out some of its contents. Watching Mulderís face turn from
a grimace to a half-smile, he started rubbing the vaseline all over Mulderís
erection. "Trust me, Iíve done this before. Besides," he began
gently stroking the stiffening cock, "I want a memento of my artistic
genius."

Mulderís head dropped back, and he closed his eyes, aware only
of Alexís hand on his hot flesh. "Okay," he whispered, "but you
have to tell me what you wrote."

Alex kissed Mulderís exposed throat and chuckled. "Itís
Russian."

Mulder grunted. "Obviously. What does itó" he gasped
as Alex squeezed him. "What does it say?"

Alex didnít answer at first, instead licking and biting Mulderís
collarbone, leaving red marks that would be easily hidden by a dress shirt.
Mulder was about to repeat the question when Alex suddenly raised his head.
"Property of Alex Krycek." The glint in his eye made Mulderís heart
skip a beat, and he swallowed hard.

"Okay..." It came out sounding weaker than Mulder had
intended, and Alex laughed.

"Yeah, itís more than okay. Itís the truth." He
stepped back and picked up the bucket. "Letís do this, shall we?"

Mulder looked at Alex expectantly as he poured some of the
plaster into a container that looked a little like a pitcher. "So, do I
have to stick it in there?"

"You make it sound so romantic. Actually..." Alex
narrowed his eyes and started undoing the tape that was keeping Mulder in place.
"I need you vertical for this so you can," he smiled, sweetly,
"stick it in there, as you so eloquently put it."

The smile on Mulderís face gave Alex pause.

"If you try anything, Iíll take your clothes and run out
of here so fast. I donít think youíd like to be found here in the morning,
stark naked and covered in finger paint, do you?"

Mulder shook his head. "Youíre the boss." In
reality, he was curious to see how this little project turned out.

"Thatís what I like to hear." Alex finished removing
the tape and helped Mulder stand. "This may get a little uncomfortable
because you have to be relatively still."

"What if I...I mean, what if it..."

"Iíll take care of keeping you interested." Alex
winked and picked up the container. "Ready?" He took hold of Mulderís
cock and placed the tip into the plaster.

"Whoo!" The yelp was involuntary, and Mulder started
laughing. "Itís cold."

"Youíll get used to it," Alex said, working until
Mulderís erection was fully immersed. "Shouldnít be too long. This is
quick setting."

"How long are weó" The question was cut off by
another luscious kiss, and soon Mulder lost all train of thought as his mouth
was lovingly assaulted by his former partner. As they continued to kiss, Alex
placed Mulderís hands around the container and urged him to hold it in place.

"Donít move," he whispered against parted lips.
"I want to make sure I have a good mold." He moved until he was
standing behind Mulder and started to trail his hands over the smooth, firm
muscles of his loverís back. As he began to massage Mulderís neck and
shoulders, he felt him relax. "Hold on, Fox."

Mulder nodded his head in reply and soon felt hot, wet kisses
snaking down his spine. He shivered at the sensation and had to keep reminding
himself to stay still. When he felt Alex begin to lick the small of his back, he
almost dropped the pitcher-thing (as heíd taken to calling it).
"Sorry."

"Itís okay. Iím going to have to ask you to move,
anyway," Alex purred as he licked lower. "Be very careful and spread
your feet apart for me. Iíll steady you." He placed his hands on Mulderís
hips. Slowly, Mulder inched his feet apart until Alex told him to stop.
"Thatís perfect."

"Great. How much longer-" His words were cut short by
the unexpected feeling of Alexís hand moving between his legs to his balls,
cautiously fondling one then the other. Impossibly, more blood rushed to his
cock and he whimpered slightly. The last straw was when he felt the wet heat of
Alexís tongue creating a scalding trail down his ass until it was lingering at
his entrance. Fuck it, he thought as he dropped the container and turned around
before Alex could react.

"What the hell-"

Mulder grabbed the startled man and smiled. "Paybackís a
bitch."

Alex was still blinking in surprise when Mulder pushed him down
on his hands and knees and told him to get rid of his clothes and then stay put.
Watching to make sure Alex obeyed, Mulder grabbed a handful of the carved wooden
beads and the wood glue and rapidly stuck several of the beads together. While
he waited for the glue to dry, he picked up the brick of modeling clay and
grabbed a bottle of water that was under the counter. He pulled off a piece of
the clay and placed it in the small of Alexís back, grinning when the other
man flinched slightly. He poured some of the water onto the clay and starting
smearing the resulting slick mud around, sliding his hands under Alex to stroke
the clay onto his chest, tweaking at the already hardened nipples.

Alex groaned, knowing how much it was going to itch when the
clay started to dry on his skin, but not caring just then. The feeling of Foxís
hands sliding slickly over his body overpowered any other considerations, and he
started to squirm, wanting to feel them everywhere. Mulder watched him, heat
blazing in his eyes, one hand continuing to stroke Alex like a favored toy while
the other tested the bonding of the wooden beads. He smiled wickedly when he
found that the glue had dried and the beads were securely stuck together.

Mulder reached for the jar of vaseline while Alex watched with
wide eyes, scooping out some with his fingers and spreading it on Alexís ass.
Alexís eyes drifted shut, and his teeth bit into his lower lip as he pushed
back against the fingers stroking teasingly over him. He moaned when one of Foxís
fingers worked its way inside him, rubbing the jelly into him, making him whine
for more.

Mulder laughed and added another finger, slowly stretching Alex,
who had dropped to his elbows in his attempt to push his ass further back. His
other hand was rolling Alexís balls gently, every move designed to arouse but
never fulfill. Alex moaned his name, begging for more, and Mulder took pity on
him. He picked up the long knobby staff heíd created by gluing the wooden
beads together and gradually worked it into Alex, pausing after each bead slid
past his anus to stroke the sensitive area, then pushing the next one in. By the
time six were inside him, Alex was nearly screaming with the pleasure of being
filled, of the textured beads pushing against his prostate, of Foxís fingers
caressing him, and he could barely hold himself up. Mulder pushed one more bead
inside, then released his new toy to pick up a feather from the small pile Alex
had brought over.

Alex whimpered desperately, knowing what Fox intended, but he
didnít try to get away. He yelped when Fox used the tip of the feather to
tickle his anus around the beads filling him, and he squirmed, yelling when the
motion moved the beads inside him over his sensitized gland. Mulder kept up the
teasing for several minutes, the feather moving from Alexís anus to his balls
and back again, then farther under him to flick over his stiff nipples. He
traced what seemed to Alex like every muscle in his body, only laughing when
Alex writhed under the tormenting touch and starting again. The feather moved
along Alexís cock, the tip probing at the sensitive opening, making Alex
scream. Finally taking pity on himówell, not really; Mulder just wanted to
taste himóFox twisted under Alex and took the head of his cock into his mouth.
He licked and sucked, driving Alex closer and closer to the brink, each time
stopping just as Alex was about to come, then starting over to build the
pleasure ever higher. Finally, just when Alex thought he had to come, Mulder
pulled away entirely, leaving him wanting again.

This time, Alex couldnít hold still, and he spun around on his
knees to grab at Fox only to find that he wasnít there anymore. Dazed with
arousal, it took him a moment to react to the surprise, then he looked around
for his lover. He froze, his eyes widening, when he found Fox again. The older
man had moved back to the model frame and draped himself over it, his back to
Alex and his ass wriggling enticingly as he watched Alex over one shoulder. He
spread his legs as wide as he could, and stretched his arms out, gripping the
frame so he was spreadeagled over it.

Alex could only stare for long moments, watching the beads of
fluid well up on the head of Foxís cock. He had never thought that anything
could look better than Mulder had cuffed to his own bed and covered with their
semen, but this was beautiful. It should be illegal for Fox to ever wear
clothes. He climbed to his feet, whimpering when the strand of beads inside him
shifted, and started toward Fox, his eyes fixed on the ass squirming in front of
him.

Picking up the Vaseline and a medium length, nicely thick piece
of round-ended teak, he approached.

"You ever take art classes in summer camp, Fox?" Alex
asked on a shaky breath as he slicked up the teak.

"Never went to summer camp...Alex?"

"Yeah?"

"Fuck me."

"Going to."

"Now....ow..." Fox whined loudly as the
unyielding piece of wood twisted and prodded its way into his ass. "What
the fuck is that?"

"What makes you think it isnít me?"

"Not to take anything away from you, babe, but not even you
can get this stiff...oww, oh, shit!"

Alex pushed the length of wood deeper into his loverís
squirming ass even as he wiggled his own rear, moaning at the feel of those
beads rubbing against his prostate.

Alex gritted his teeth as Mulder took a deep breath and started
a godawful racket.

"La la-la-la la la la-la..."

Desperate to shut Mulder the hell up, but unwilling to give in
to the annoying bastard, Alex looked around, mentally devising a way to
accomplish his task. Quickly, he grabbed for the tape again, securing one of
Mulderís wrists, then the other. He gave the other manís ass a hard smack
with the palm of his hand, smiling at the curses that were hurled his way, then
went to work. He looked from the teak to the felt, trying to decide which he
wanted to use, then opted for the wood. Mulder was going to pay him back royally
either way, so he might as well go for the item that would make his lover the
most uncomfortable and give him the most entertainment. He chose a short
piece of wood that was not much slimmer than the one still protruding from
Mulderís ass, located an Exacto knife, and painstakingly cut a groove into
each end of the wood. Next, he cut a length of wire and pressed it into the
grooves of the teak, wrapping the wire several times around the ends. Next, he
ripped a long piece of tape from the roll with his teeth and wrapped it around
the middle of the wire. He chuckled softly as he worked.

"MacGuyver who?"

Mulder stopped singing, wondering if he heard what he thought he
heard. "What?"

Mulderís last words were muffled as Alex shoved the wood into
his mouth. "So, Iím going to ride you." Slowly, he pulled the
teak out of Mulderís ass, smiling as the other man whimpered and moaned around
the piece in his mouth. Alex held on to the wire in the spot where heíd
wrapped the tape, pulling the bit taut against the corners of Mulderís mouth.
Mulder groaned harshly, fighting the restraint.

"Whoa. Easy now." Alex held the wire in one hand while
he steadied Mulderís hip with the other. When Mulder quieted, he grasped his
cock at the base and worked it into his prepared ass. Having denied himself as
well as his lover for far too long, Alex had all he could do to hold himself in
check until he could complete the connection. Then, finally, success.

Fox whimpered, wildly bucking against the presence within. His
uncontrollable thrashing shredded Alexís patience to bits, and the younger man
pulled back on the wire, caught his hip with his free hand, and started to slam
into him.

The frantic movement of Alexís body created an equally violent
counter movement inside his ass. That sensation, combined with the brutal
fucking he was giving Mulder, proved too much for him to take. He doubled his
efforts, intermittently raising his hand and swinging it down to inflict
stinging blows on the older manís thighs and ass.

Mulder couldnít reach his cock, and since he couldnít speak,
he had no way of reminding Alex that he needed to be jerked off as he was being
fucked. All he could do was stand there and whimper and shriek and hope to God
that Alex would stop smacking and start jerking. Well...actually, heíd have
liked Alex to do both, but since the man only had two hands...

Alex was sobbing now, pounding into Mulder with short, fast
strokes, and then his screams of satisfaction were echoing through the aisles,
registering in Mulderís frazzled brain as sounds of completion. He twitched a
few times, then slumped over his lover, whining softly. His grip on the
makeshift bit loosened, and Mulder was able to spit the thing out of his mouth.

"Alex..."

No answer.

Mulder bucked, jostling Alex back to himself. "Hmm?"

"Youíre not done."

His strained tone filtered through the fog that had permeated
Alexís brain. "Not done?"

"No. You got yours, motherfucker..." Mulder hissed.
"Now gimme mine!"

Alex blinked at him, too dazed to form a coherent response.
Mulder wanted his. He knew this statement was important but, at the moment,
couldnít remember exactly why.

Mulder bent his head, painfully contorting his neck and causing
the tendons to bulge in sharp relief. Alex moaned his appreciation for the
aesthetic form before him, then caught his breath on a hiss as Mulder viciously
tore off the tape encircling his wrist with his sharp teeth, then quickly
released himself. Now free of the contraption, Mulder took a menacing step
towards him, and Alex was immediately mesmerized by the erotic sway of Mulderís
engorged, dripping

cock. Alexís mouth went suddenly dry, and he felt the sudden,
blinding pain of desire, despite his recent orgasm.

Mulder moved even closer, until Alex could feel the other manís
hot, panting breaths against his cheek. He angled his face blindly for a kiss,
but Mulder eluded him, stepping quickly back. Alex watched, entranced, as Mulder
trailed his long fingers down the back of his thighs, swirling them through the
come that had dripped out of his asshole to cover his thighs.

He lifted his hand slowly and meticulously painted a careful
swath across Alexís chest. Taking a step back, Mulder admired his handiwork.
He whistled softly and shook his head. "Youíre a work of art just like
this."

Alex moaned and moved towards Mulder in an instinctive daze,
dying to touch and taste and lick and suck. Mulder quickly stepped even further
back, and Alexís momentum landed him on the floor. He lay there, confused and
aching.

Mulder cocked his head and considered the man sprawled as his
feet with a critical glance. "Well, youíre certainly decorative as you
are," he murmured, "but Iím sure thereís something I can do to
improve on the original."

"God, Mulder, just fuck me," Alex moaned, spreading
his legs in a blatant invitation. Mulder simply ignored him and continued to
stare at him with the detached air of a critic. In desperation, Alex pulled the
sculpted beads from his ass and reached for the jar of Vaseline that lay nearby
on the floor and began working his own fingers to stretch himself further.
Mulderís cock twitched visibly at the sight, but the expression on his face
didnít change.

Alex moaned in frustration and began to fuck himself harder. He
stopped abruptly when Mulder barked a terse command to quit. Bending to rummage
through the pile of supplies, Mulder picked out a jar of finger paint. He
casually kicked the Vaseline across the floor and handed Alex the small pot.
"Use this instead."

With shaking hands, Alex opened the jar and dipped his fingers
in the thick, chartreuse paint. Opening himself even further to the other manís
gaze, he began to work the vibrant green pigment into his hot, open channel.

Mulderís eyes narrowed, and he gave a small, satisfied grin
before rummaging again to come up with the heated wax. "So, you like Batik,
hmm, Alex?" he asked, his husky tones dripping with evil intent.

Alex gasped with luxuriant pain as Mulder bent over him and
carefully applied the searing wax to each of his nipples. Before the wax could
cool or dry, Mulder sprinkled silvery glitter across the other manís chest. He
knelt between Alexís splayed thighs and carefully brushed the excess glitter
off his chest. Reaching down, he grabbed Alexís furiously pumping hand and
pulled it away. Mulder sat back on his haunches and admired the picture in front
of him. Alexís ass and balls were painted in a lurid green that almost rivaled
the color shooting out of his desperate eyes. His heaving chest caused the faint
light in the shop to sparkle and reflect off of the tight, decorated nipples.

Mulder dragged Alex up to his feet and draped him over the
frame, ass out to greet him. He pressed himself into the bright green opening,
the tight heat and slickness that surrounded his cock making him moan. Pressing
his forehead into Alexís back, he dug himself into the smooth hole, his hands
on the other manís hips. He rested for a second, but then started moving in
and out of Alex with strong thrusts, making his buttocks quiver. Leaning back
for better friction, he looked down at an unbelievable scene; the green paint
inside Alexís ass had turned his cock a bright green, and rivulets of sweat,
come, vaseline and paint had run down Alexís thighs, leaving trails of green
behind them.

It didnít take long for Mulder to come, pounding into Alexís
ass, shouting something totally incoherent. He slumped forward, his weight
supported by the man on the frame under him.

Hey lay there on top of Alex panting, gasping for air for more
than a few minutes. Finally with a groan, he pulled out and brought them both
down to lie on their sides on the floor. Mulder noticed that his sweat had made
the dried clay on the back of Alex moist again. He reached for the paint spatula
nearby and started making a design on Alexís back. He smiled to himself as a
wicked thought crossed his mind.

He rolled Alex over onto his back and kissed him deeply, his
tongue probing inside. As he distracted Alex, he reached for the tape and bound
his hands above his head to the metal frame. Alex pulled away from the kiss with
a gasp and yanked on his bonds, but they didnít free. "What are you
doing?"

"I think you need some finishing touches, Alex." The
gold flecks in Mulderís eyes sparkled like the glitter on Alexís chest. He
gave Alex one more kiss before he stood and made his way over to the sink in the
corner. After wetting a cloth, he returned to Alex where he proceeded to wash
his cock free of the various substances that coated it, making sure to linger at
the more sensitive spots. By the time he was done, Alexís cock was hard and
leaking. "Do not come," Mulder commanded of Alex.

Alex whimpered as he watched Mulder pick up the calligraphy set.
He chose the finest brush available and selected a bottle of ink with a
flourish. "Do you know what indelible means?" Mulder purred.

Alex was going to say something but only gasped as Mulder
grabbed the tip of his cock. With one hand, Mulder kept it steady while he wrote
with the other. The feel of the bristles along his cock was exquisite,
scratching, soothing, wet. He moaned and whimpered.

"Donít come, Alex."

A few seconds later, Mulder was sitting back, pleased with
himself. Alex could not see what had been written as it was along the side.

"What...what did you write on me?"

"Youíll find out soon enough. Itíll take a week or two
for it to wash off." Mulder giggled to himself and tweaked one of Alexís
wax encased, glittered nipples. He then started laughing harder, falling back so
he was lying on the floor.

"What?" Alex asked. "What are you laughing
at?"

Mulder just laughed harder.

"Mulder, what the hell is so funny?" Alex squirmed in
his bonds.

Mulder laughed some more, then spoke, "You. You look like
some demented tribesperson covered in all that gunk."

"Youíre the one who created this work of art. I, on the
other hand, think you look pretty darn good. I may even sell you to the
Museum of Modern Art." Alex squirmed some more until his fingers felt
something beneath them. It was the saw; it must have fallen to the floor at some
point. He used it to cut himself free and was soon towering over Mulder.

"Funny, huh?"

"Hey, how did you..." his sentence was cut short by a
blood-curdling scream as Alex ripped the wax off of his thigh, taking the hairs
with it.

"Oh, it canít be that bad; millions of women do this
every day." Alex ripped off another piece of the wax, making Mulder scream
again. "You know, you shouldnít laugh at me, Fox. My feelings get hurt
very easily." Alex reached for something behind him and placed it above
Mulderís head before he straddled his waist. "And when my feelings get
hurt, I need to exact revenge."

Alex smiled as he slid up Mulderís chest, the green paint and
come seeping from his ass leaving a sticky trail behind. He brushed his cock
against Mulderís lips until he opened his mouth and took it inside. Mulderís
mouth was warm and wet and just what Alex needed at that moment. He watched as
Mulder took almost the entire length down his throat, his tongue flicking over
the head. Alex moved his hips back and forth, leaving a bright green stain on
Mulderís chest as he fucked his mouth.

His breathing quickened, and he leaned over to run his hands
through Mulderís hair. He was close; it wasnít going to be long now.
"Yeah, baby, suck it...yeah..." Alex reached for the can of spray
paint above Mulderís head, shook it and sprayed Mulderís hair with it.
Mulder tried to object but could only offer muffled protests as Alex shot his
load down his throat. Alex thrust a few more times then collapsed to the side,
gasping for air, sweat covering his body.

After a few minutes he felt he could move again. He reached
behind him, scratched at the dry (and now very itchy) clay on his back and
wondered just how many showers it would take to get all of this stuff off of
him. He glanced over at Mulder, who was lying on the floor, too exhausted to
argue about the purple mohawk he now sported.

Alex groaned as he sat up, tired but satisfied and suddenly very
hungry. Maybe he and Mulder could get some food on the way home. A wicked
thought crossed his mind involving cold cuts and potato salad but was soon
replaced with something else. He never did see what Mulder had written on his
cock. He looked down at his spent cock and turned it so he could see the
writing. "In, rod?" Alex laughed, "What the hell does that
mean?"